This story is the property of theauthor and may be posted at other free story sites so long as appropriatecredit is given to the author. The author wo...ld appreciate being notifiedof a secondary posting. Friendly, constructive criticism is welcome, asare story suggestions. Harsh, nit-picking criticism is not welcome. If,for some reason, it pains you to read this story, then stop reading andkeep your grumbling to yourself. The author makes no pretense of being aprofessional author... so let's. There would be some at the table she said. It would have been a tight fit around our table but Wray's wife was a no-show. Apparently not feeling well, he said. Everyone else was feeling just fine it seemed. I had met them all before, but it was always nice to see Gwen Hoffer and Darren Powell. They were two of my favorite people.We were sitting closely together and as the dessert plates were removed and coffee was offered, I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. John and Gwen were circulating. " How's it going?" He walked over to the nav and extended a wire from his Pocket Pal.Jody looked up at him "Oh hi, Alex. It's going great. They're almost done. What's up with you?" Well, as soon as I get these coordinates loaded in then we can go as soon as the genius's are through." He plugged in the cord and started punching buttons on the keyboard."How's Tasha?" asked Jody."Well that certainly is going to be the strangest miracle of this trip. I sure would like to know what Rosie said to. She alsotakes care of my shoes and sleeps very happily among them every night. Mistress withdrew her foot from her mouth. - Get me a new pair and then take care of these?. The slave rushed away and came back almost immediatelywith a new pair of high heels she put on, while already probing the soles ofthe ones she just removed with her tongue. Jan pondered on how she was shown the entire farm andhow she finally agreed to live to serve her mistress only. That was a long timeago. Now.